TIME TO PUT A HEART AND SOUL INTO IT

Honey oak chest of drawers holds embarrassing amount of
framed photographs of her posing in the dust of Sahara, riding a horse, next to
the plane propeller, wearing trousers and smiling with confidence. A
continuation of a promise made years ago now carefully dusted, lovingly
arranged and carried everywhere she went. Studying their negatives today wouldn’t
have brought much amusement if it didn’t occur to me that she was just one of
those people who figured life’s a gift and didn’t intend on wasting it but
making each day count. Draw limitations and you’ll bound your life to them;
have an open mind, be brave and you’ll always find a way to achieve. “Promise
me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter
how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.” “I
promise.” “Never let go.” “I’ll never let go, Jack. I’ll never let go.”

You know what movie this quote is taken from, don't you? Thoughts on things that escaped my attention this year are starting to line up... Me in 10, 20 years time... How will I look like, what my life will be like? Will
it be worth the wait, excitement? 2014
is upon us and my resolution list has never been so overstuffed and well...
untouched. I
envy people whose parents were consistent, motivated and encouraging. Mine were
none of these things and raised me to become none of these things either (although I owe them a world). You are what you were taught to be, think a certain way is a
myth I no longer believe. Neither I believe in destiny, fate, God. On the
contrary, I’ve gained a strong belief in me creating one and only life.
If there were things I needed to accomplish and I’ve done nothing to it, the only one
to blame was me. Not bad luck or my parents. Creation is natural, stagnation is not.

A few years ago I have come up with an idea for a novel and until I
don’t get the story out of my head, I’m not a real writer, am I?I'm into writing because this is what I do best and enjoy
my company above all else while in the
shelter of hours elapsing in silence, I hide behind words like actors dissemble
behind their characters and singers use music to camouflage the truth. For
many writing is a therapy - well known personalities are bestowed upon their
fictional characters. Sometimes to be read
equals to be heard, you’re not anonymous anymore. Unless you are a very stable
writing being, you’re only comfortable describing the surroundings you know,
you’ve experienced or in this or other way they have bothered you for long
enough to end up in ink. I wasn’t
immediately sure if the novel I’m scribbling in between folding laundry and
stretching tendons in poses I rarely allow in bedroom (I mean doing yoga) was a way of escaping my
troubles. The story is way too complicated... yet mirrors most of the
exclamation marks in my head. We should be doing what we love unless of course silly daily missions keep us
anchored unecstatically to the desk, sink, anywhere momentarily not
amusing. I'm really keen on allocating those long evenings for first chapters. Thank you for coming, inspiration. x

About me

Hi, how are you?

I'm Eli, an optimist in training collecting an awful lot of ballet pumps and spending too much time admiring the sea. You'll find me writing about the joys of parenting, fashion, simple pleasures that all together create a beautiful life. xx